[Fictional story. All characters are 18+.]
The subway rumbles along the tracks. The lights of the houses pass by outside the windows. Ella shifts nervously in her seat. Each bump, each shifting, each muscle tension. All these make her aware ... aware of her naughty secret.
It’s the last train of the night. Only a few people are in the carriage. Ella’s fingers drum nervously on her thighs. She’s aroused. With every little movement, she feels the dildo inside her. “Nobody notices ... nobody notices,” she says herself in her mind. Ella glances at the other passengers with fleeting looks.
A little fear is also on her face. The fear of the unknown, the fear of the thrill, the excitement of the thrill, the knowledge of her other naughty secrets. She tries to hide them. She tries to keep her legs closed. She knows that a quick glance under her short skirt could reveal the shiny metal chastity belt.
The subway stops at a station. Some passengers get off the train. Ella sighs inwardly, “less chances. ... Still, nobody notices.” Some passengers remain; a new passenger gets on the train. Ella looks at the person; notices their dark appearance. A long black coat, a black pointed hat, the face hidden in the hat’s dark shadow, long red hair protrudes from the hat’s shadow. The person turns around. Ella notices a female body shape. The train doors close.
The mysterious woman stands in the middle of the carriage. The subway slowly starts moving again. The slow train makes “clack ... clack ... clack”. A few bumps. Ella shifts again. Her dildo still noticeable. The train accelerates, the “clack ... clack” turns into “clickety-clack ... clickety-clack”. Ella feels each tiny bump deep inside her.
The mysterious woman raises her left arm. A tiny light emits from her arm. The woman looks at it, probably a smartwatch. Ella swallows, “does she have ...?” Ella clenches all her muscles. She feels both anticipation and fear at the same time.
All her naughty secrets run through Ella’s mind. It’s not just the chastity belt and the dildo. Also, her clit touches a small vibrator that is held in place by the chastity belt. Her breasts are covered with a metal chastity bra that can vibrate on her nipples. And the dildo isn’t just a dildo, it can vibrate and thrust too.
The woman is still looking at her arm. It feels like an eternity to Ella. The mysterious person lowers her arm again. Ella sighs a little in relief and slowly relaxes her muscles, but the feeling of anticipation and fear remains. Ella’s fingers are no longer drumming on her thighs. Instead, they gently clasp them.
The subway rumbles along the tracks. Outside, there are less lights. The train is reaching the suburbs. Ella continues to observe all the passengers, nothing suspicious. Still, the dildo makes her feel every bump in the tracks. After about a minute or two – Ella doesn’t know – the mysterious woman reaches into her coat pocket. She pulls out her smartphone.
Ella doesn’t pay any particular attention to this; she just observes that woman. Ella shifts in her seat once or twice, trying to get comfortable with the stimulation from the dildo. The woman taps on her phone for a while.
Suddenly! Ella’s eyes widen! Her nipples are vibrating! Just slightly, but they do! Someone has taken control! Control of her Bluetooth toys. Someone has found the public access. The public access which she has set up herself. Her fear takes over, her anticipation fades. Ella looks around. Only the mysterious woman has a phone. Ella tries to ignore it. “Nobody notices ... please, nobody notices,” she says to herself in mind.
The vibrations on her nipples become stronger, a medium intensity now. Ella instinctively raises her left hand. Her mind screams, “It itches, it itches!” She wants to scratch her nipples. It’s no use, there’s only metal. The bra tickles her entire breasts. She gives in, lowers her left hand, and grabs the edge of her seat. Her right hand slides to the armrest and clutches it tightly.
Ella clenches all her muscles again, preparing herself for whatever might happen. The dildo starts to vibrate, just low at first. Her fear grows, being controlled by a stranger. Ella looks around. There’s no escape. The next station is in three minutes – that is her destination. The dildo shows its vibrating effect; her arousal rises again. A sweet mixture of fear and arousal hits her.
Ella stops looking around. She switches to a tunnel vision. She just stares at the empty seat in front of her. She tries to distract herself. She imagens all the paperwork still lying on her desk. “Nobody will notice, I’m fine,” runs in her mind. The image she imagines blurs, changes, and then becomes clear again. Sex toys appear on the desk. “Nobody will notice. ... These vibrations caress me well!”
The vibrations of the dildo increase, now even on a medium setting. She shifts in her seat, unable to find a comfortable position. She no longer wants to be comfortable. She wants to enjoy it. She craves the stimulation. Her excitement overcomes her fear.
“Yip!” Ella lets out a high-pitched yelp. The vibrator on her clitoris starts working, right at medium strength. She presses her lips together, trying to stay silent. Her fingers dig into the seat and armrest. Her fear fades out entirely. She just enjoys the vibrations, she just enjoys herself. Her mind races chaotically, “nobody will notice, just concentrate! ... This feels good! ... nobody cares ... I’ve never felt like this before!”
The train announcement signals Ella’s destination stop. She barely notices. The train slows down. She wants to stand up. She wants to get off the train. Her body doesn’t react. She has lost control of her movements. The vibrations increase – all at once. Slowly but steadily, from medium to high.
The train stops. Her mind realizes, “I must get off the train now. ... These vibrations are amazing! ... I must stand up now!” Her legs don’t move; her fingers don’t go of the seat. Only her eyes close. “These vibrations are driving me insane!” The subway starts moving again. Ella has missed her station. But she doesn’t notice. She gets lost in her own world – the world of pleasure.
The train’s bumps, Ella doesn’t notice them anymore. The vibrations overwhelm her. She breathes heavily. She’s getting closer to the edge. She just needs a tiny bit more ... anything more. The vibrations turn down! Down to medium strength! A “NO!” comes out of her, more of a moan than a voice. She rides the fading edge, grinding herself against the seat. She no longer cares about the other passengers. Her eyes still closed. Even the grinding doesn’t help, she calms down from her edge. She gives in, she stops grinding.
“Mmmh!” She feels something new, something familiar. The dildo slowly begins to thrust deep inside her. Her mind screams, “I want more! I need more! Give me more!” Her breathing becomes heavy again. She doesn’t grind. She just tenses all her muscles. She enjoys the edge. She has lost all sense of time.
A warm hand touches her shoulder. A whisper in her ear: ‘You look like you need help.’ Ella just moans. ‘I could assist you. I could give you what you desire.’ Just another moan. In her trance, Ella doesn’t notice that the train is slowing down for another station.
‘Should I help you? Should I show you something beautiful? Give me a clear sign!’ Ella just nods and moans, her eyes still closed. ‘Good girl! Stand up, I will guide you.’ Ella feels the warm hand slide down her arm, wrap around it, and supports her so she can stand up. Another arm wraps around her back. She feels cosy, she feels safe. She’s kept close to orgasm by sweet vibrations.
Ella slowly opens her eyes. She’s still in the train. The mysterious woman is gone. Ella can’t see her in her narrow, straight tunnel vision. But something is casting a shadow on her face. A few other passengers are sitting around – maybe fewer than before, Ella doesn’t know. She’s just in her world of pleasure. She’s riding a constant edge of cumming.
‘Come with me, just walk slowly.’ The other person leads Ella to the door. Ella moves like a robot, guided by her arm and gently pushed by the arm around her back. The subway stops at the station. Both get off the train. The platform is empty, surrounded only by darkness. They are the only two persons getting off the train.
The other person is the mysterious woman. Ella still can’t see her through her tunnel vision. Ella only enjoys the vibrations and thrusting deep insider her. In her trance, she simply lets herself be led by the unknown person. They leave the platform. The train continues its journey. The mysterious woman leads Ella down a straight path into the darkness. After a minute, they disappear into the darkness. The lights on the platform turn off. Everything is dark. Everything is silent.